What was meant to come would come eventually. Whether good or bad, righteous or evil, even if it arrived a little late, all it possessed was lateness.
To put it mysteriously, this was a choice—and also fate...
Before anyone realized it, a full ten thousand years had passed since the Chairman convened the Silent Alliance meeting. Throughout those ten thousand years, the entire Multiverse had remained as "calm and peaceful" as it had been for who knew how long. Countless Hermit faction Legends still hid away in all kinds of unknown places, watching the clouds drift by, while countless schemers still secretly pondered their grand plans.
Naturally, the Silent Alliance was one such group of schemers.
Although the Chairman claimed that his Execution Group was not the product of a conspiracy, but rather a symbol of freedom, most people probably saw the Silencers as a group steeped in strangeness and gloom.
However... whether it was a conspiracy or "for freedom," such slogans had little to do with Whisper of Destruction, who was currently staying in his magical tower. He had no idea what the Chairman had been plotting during those ten thousand idle years, but so long as the Silent Alliance did not tear down the bridge after crossing it and he received triple the reward, the caster did not care what plan the Chairman intended to carry out.
In the end, Punk, whose status and influence were still insufficient, was merely a mercenary who worked for money.
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A magical tower was never merely a place for experiments and research. It also represented safety and profound tranquility. In this dangerous world, a shelter of one's own was nearly the only place where a Legendary professional could truly relax.
For example, Punk was now standing beside a window